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Yet now I've shown my liking and my courage, you like me less." "No." "You do!" "No." "Prove that." "How do you want me to prove it?" Aline's voice was thick. She felt broken, but not beaten yet. "Prove it," she almost whispered, "by sacrificing that girl to our friendship.
I always used to invoke her memory in moments of perplexity, when there was some question to be decided or some sacrifice to be made. I would say to myself: 'What will she think about it? as we pause in our work to think of some great man, of one of our masters. You must fill that place for me. Will you?" Paul did not answer. He was looking at Aline's portrait.
She took with him precisely the tone that Aline had taken with herself and which in Aline she had found so disconcertingly indelicate. She even borrowed several of Aline's phrases. The result was that on the Monday afternoon when at last M. de La Tour d'Azyr's returning berline drove up to the chateau, he was met by M. le Comte de Sautron who desired a word with him even before he changed.
"The spark of mad Raincy blood is in the whelp," he confided to his friends; "the same his grandfather has. They can look positively murderous sometimes." Sir Bunny was taken aback to find Julian waiting for him in Miss Aline's white and gold drawing-room at Ladykirk. "Am I, then, to congratulate you?" he said to Julian Wemyss, with false good nature.
Ballantree MacDonald had any children," Aline went on, as she shook a supple, satiny hand which wore no glove. "She's only got me," said the girl, "and she doesn't know she's got me yet. At least, she may have forgotten." Somerled broke out laughing. "You'll puzzle Mrs. West," he said, with a good-natured, amused, and proprietary air which stabbed Aline's feelings as with little sharp pins.
He knew that Patsy would be waiting for him in the kitchen of Miss Aline's house, that she would have something extremely toothsome for him to eat while she was preparing the collar which in a few minutes would be slipped about his neck. Then he would be free to return to his master in the secret den which he had chosen to sleep in that night.
They wrote another letter, but still I bided, until I read this paper." He spread out a soiled English journal, and, running a crooked finger across it, read out the headings, with extracts, at some of which, remembering Aline's presence, I frowned.
Miss Lorimer and we are now more fortunate, Ralph, than we were then you will imagine yourself an ancient priestess, and bless the soil for us. That always struck me as an appropriate custom." The wind had freshened the roses in Aline's cheeks, and her eyes sparkled as she patted the brawny oxen.
I frowned, for this was the first time I had heard of Aline's visit, and it struck me that although I suffered from her craze for neatness at Fairmead she was overstepping the bounds in attempting to reform Hudson's homestead too; but Harry evidently overheard him, for he came out. "Try to talk sensible for once, Hudson," he said.
Uncle and niece looked at each other as he passed out, and there was horror in the eyes of both. Aline's pallor was deathly almost, and standing there now she wrung her hands as if in pain. "Why did you not ask him beg him..." She broke off. "To what end? He was in the right, and... and there are things one cannot ask; things it would be a useless humiliation to ask." He sat down, groaning.
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